No way. She hasnt changed a bit. Don't go spreading that. Show last night. Fucking great Got to see Rockwell. & Ghost Stories Pat paid for my cab ride home. What a great fuckin guy. I'll be spending Christmas in Montreal. So what does that mean? Awhole lotta pot for me to bring So hope you all had a great Thanks Giving over there in the states. Oh she's not answering her phone for you.

We're holing on for two diffrent reasons. But we only need one person. So I've got to stop wishing, For the movies. Because really; That's not how it happens. And I'd hate to accept that. Casper The Friendly Ghost is on t.v I like this movie. OH GOD! You have a diffrent reason-

So lets this going faster and faster. Minor crush on Pat. But that'd be wrong. And that cant happen. But he gives the best hugs. And we've got a Swiss Chalet date Because you're sleeping with roaches! Show last night. What a lovely night it was. The Junction. Wheels on the bus. Oh the joy. I even got a T-shirt (for free)

So come on now. You're coming apart at the seams. And your voice is changeing. I'm taking you home with me. We're driving away together. Your so much better. And we're gonna make this last. You're never gonna bring back the past. So come on now that your better. You're so much better. Than this!

Because really your just sick. and I'm pathetic. Because I just make-believe. and your stuck in reality. Because your hoping. (for something good) and I'm wishing. (for something good) Does it get you off?

My love. You’re dieing I can see it in your eyes. They're fading. And your grip is loosening. Grab my fucking hand. Don’t hold on so loose. This is making me wish for more. And I feel so far. N-n-no We’re staying here forever. And we're never growing old. This is my biggest fear. You need to be for me peter. With our youth and our beauty. This will never end. We're gonna stay in Never land. I've been thinking about it more and more. And where is peter pan? I’ve never needed him before. He’s the only one that can keep me from dieing. And he can stop all this lying. Because with him, These birthdays won’t mean a thing. And we'll be complete with our youth together. Mirror, Mirror How amazing is my figure? ♥

Because that lipstick stains. And eyeliner smudges your mascara's running! no. no. you still look fucking beautiful. next time you see me. Tell me how much you've missed me. hold my fucking hand and squeeze the life out of me ♥

Oh geez. My heart! It's floating. So if I never grow old, Will you be my Peter pan? We can stay like this forever. You'll be my Peter Pan in hand. [She's Trashy] Fucking Trashy!

Your Sickening. And so is our friendship. There it goes. I'm so fucking over this. Your not. Your not. Not you. Like your pathetic and hopeless.

So you lied. I know your big fat secret. And I'm dieing to tell. I'm sick. Oh so sick. And tired. I need to go shopping. I need shirts. And shoes!

Say your lieing. Tell me your lieing. I dont want this to be the truth.

This radio will slit your throat. So this is all up to me now. And I can so let you go. I wont fall in to your arms. And I'll stop holding on. I've found a boy that I like. And he likes me. And I have a feeling he'll treat me a hell of alot better than anyone else could have. This was exatcly what I was waiting FOR. I think I'm ready to give up on Ryan. Even though its gonna hurt so bad to see him. And I'll still want him to press him self against me. Because he keeps me so warm. And the touch of his lips leaves me wanting more. It's somehting I need to let go of. Send out a Search party!

Please stop fucking around. Because I should have known this would happen. And this just makes me sick. I've tried my best to stop it. Ryan I love you. Stop makng me hate you. Moving as soon as the school years over. Mum and dad are letting me finish the year, Than we're packin up and movin during the summer to Colburg. Or what ever. It's near Kingston. Hour and a half away. Not sure to be happy or to puke. My gift to you; my heart was yours In 10 weeks your shaped it In one night you murdered it.

Cobourg. Less than a year And I'll be calling that home. Bleed one more time for me. Cause my heart is filled with lonliness. And this world is filled with lonliness. I hate that you won't let yourself love me. And you act like you have it so hard. I hate how you treat me like I'm disposable. And you'll always want her back. I hate that how I know you'll never want me more that you want her. I hate how you still make me weak. And your kiss can kill me. This curse will kill me again.

October begins. I'm ending. So now that it's clear to me that I have no self controll. And that I can't keep a promise. Not even to myself. I can go on with my life. Breaking promises and lacking self controll. Ryan. Why he have to say he missed me? And why did he hold my hand? Why did I let him kiss me? Why did I give in? It makes me so fucking sick. your words are deadly weapons!

Looks like my perfect friendships are falling apart. And I don't know how it all happened. New. Digital Camera. Kick it. And don't ya know? This little heart It fucking hurts. And my hair. Oh this god damn hair. I'm cutting my bangs. I hate them. I want them to be gone. I Liked You Better Before You Were Naked On The Internet

I'm jelouse of your hair, The way you get his attention. And the fact that you know exactly what to do with your hands when your walking. I'm jelouse of your friends. and how perfect your make-up is. But because I'm jelouse, It makes me want more than anything to be nothing like you. My birthday is tomarrow. Yeah I'm pretty much excited about that. !show tomarrow night!

Inside Jokes. And this is our break down. We'll catch our cancer together A funny feeling comes when I think of summer ending. It's like even though its come and past; Its gonna be here sooner than we know it. And in the time while we await its return, So much is going to happen. Wheather we like it or not.

[Its another sunny day. Out side of my rainy life.] It could never be worse. When someone important, Believes they've figured you out. But its yet just something else they've gotten wrong. And this is my letter; My Dear; this could our wake up call. and maybe the right time for me to say, this isnt going to end easy.

I hate my breasts. And I hate the way my toes are weirdly shaped. And I hate the way my nail polish allways chips right after painting them. And I hate the color of my skin. I hate how I studder when I think too much. And hate that my lips get chapped when I foregt to put lip chap on. And I hate how I blush when I say something infront of people I don't know. And hate how I get two red dots above my lip when I'm crying. I hate that no one notices all this. [is it me, or is this ending?]